Shell Among Starlight Glitter
When does empty find the half cup? The bit of hope life can be full again. I touch my cheeks trying to find you, because people told us you looked just like me. Night is a gray pillowcase, shadows you once danced through to the kitchen, and a closed door you will never open again. Why is a sea that splashes me against the shore leaving bits of my shell among starlight glitter. I am learning to survive the hollowness in me, a broken hallelujah of a midnight choir. You are there in the untouchable I too will roam one day. Like the plants in your room I will drink light until I hear my own song of wings. ©Susie Clevenger 2025 What's Going On? ~ Grief